“
I am thinking of you. What else can I say?
—Margaret Atwood, excerpt from “Postcards” (via teenager90s)

5000letters:

mostly I like to watch you undress: sharp in the hazy sunlight, sylph silhouette, your body; angles and hipbones and soft blue veins, the curve of your belly and the cusp of it, how the fabric slips from your shoulders and pools, hitches the notch of breath at the base of my throat, trembles there, wanting and wanting

“
Lead me to the ocean that is You;
Teach me to swim.
Sweep me up in the current of all that You are.
In the flow of Your waters is life.
Saturate me alive.
“
Be with someone who makes your Mondays feel like Fridays.
—3 am thoughts (via suspend)

linxsay:

*breaks my own heart from thinking too much*

owlskitty:

shout out to all the peeps with ocd, dermatillomania, trichotillomania and other compulsive based disorders that people try to write off as just a “bad habit”

your struggles are valid and you are bigger than your condition and also ily